Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.